Hey, guys. Don't get used to it but here i am again.
First I want to thank a very dear friend of mine (alittletasteofmadness here and dxvilprey on twitter) for helping me with this chapter, especially the 'making out scene' which she wrote. Second i want to thank everyone who has reviewed to this story, srls, that's why i keep writing. I don't reply to all of you but know that I read everything. Some of you guys are really close to what's going on and some are really far from it, it's fun to see you guys wondering, but I'll let you read now.
Enjoy it and sorry for the mistakes.
Regina was hungrily kissing the woman she managed to get beneath her, tongue battling for dominance as hands roamed freely and slowed down at curves. The brunette couldn't help but moan softly as she kneaded Emma's breast over all those clothes. Why there had to be so many layers to pull away? Biting onto a swollen lower lip, Regina slithered her right hand beneath that ridiculous white tank top and scratched at the firm patch of skin she found. She felt Emma moving her head beneath her, trying to break their kiss but Regina would have none of that. With a firmer grip, she breathed through her nose and slathered her lips against the blonde's, earning herself some grunting from the girl. Sinking her nails into Emma's side, she rolled her hips into the body beneath her, her mouth finally releasing the woman's abused lips.
Something wasn't right with Emma, she could see now as her eyes focused and her ears stopped ringing. The blonde firmly kept a hand on Regina's chest, despite her own heaving up and down and her eyes being the darkest blueish green Regina had ever seen.
"Stop for a moment, Re-regina" she mumbled, her head falling back as she stared up at the ceiling.
"What? What is it, Miss Swan?" Regina replied, already feeling the beginnings of a huge anger flare at the pit of her stomach.
"Regina, sto- stop for a second." she said, her voice brimming with desire, her gaze still directed at the ceiling, looking away from the brunette's brown eyes.
Regina got up, completely irritated.
"What now, Miss Swan? "
"Wow, we're in bed making out and you still won't call me Emma?" The blonde laughed covertly.
"I'll call you whatever you want if we go back to what we were doing ..." Regina said with malice, her fingers stroking the woman's thigh, causing Emma to close her eyes for a second to compose herself.
"I thought I would be able to do this but I'm not." The blonde whispered softly, so softly that Regina had to strain herself to hear it.
"This?" She snorted. "What is it, Em-ma is it your first night on the job?" The brunette laughed and Emma looked away.
"Of course not, Regina." She said flatly, staring at the wall, causing Regina to pause for a minute, and if it were?
"It's just ..." Emma now turned towards her, watching her eyes. "You're nervous, just had a huge fight with your wife ... I don't want you to do anything that you'll regret it."
"Regret?" Regina stared at her, the anger and frustration that were being accumulated within her all day long, threatening to appear. "Earlier today, you weren't even a little worried, Miss Swan." Regina stood.
"In fact, if I remember correctly, all that mattered was how much I would pay you." She made a move to grab her purse, blindly searching for her wallet.
"Is it money you want?" She spat the words as her fingers finally gripped the object she sought. "Payment first?" Regina held the dollars she always carried for emergencies, along with the four credit cards in her name, but she thought the blonde wouldn't accept payment in debt. She laughed to herself.
"Here we go..." She said seductively, passing the money on the blonde's neck as she sat on the woman's lap without warning. Her skirt went absurdly high so that her legs could circulate Emma's waist. She could feel the heat emanating from her own sex, a satin black panties protecting it.
Before Regina could say anything else, she saw something shining in the woman's eyes, surprise and something else, and only felt the impact of the ground hitting her back hard. Money was spread across the bed but neither noticed.
Shocked, Regina looked up, looking in the woman's directions. Emma had both hands in her mouth in a gesture of surprise, her eyes glistening with regret and shock for pushing the brunette from her lap. The two stared at each other for a few seconds.
Was today the 'beat Regina to death' day and no one had warned her?
Silence reigned in the room and Regina made a move to get up, trying to find if she still had some courage within. Her own eyes filled with uncertainty.
After all, she knew Mal. She knew her anger and how to manipulate it and give in to her desires if necessary, but the woman in front on her, despite appearing shocked at her own actions, eyes shining with unshed tears, this woman, Regina did not know .
Regina didn't know what she was capable of. Or even who she was...
Emma stood up, one hand extended to help the brunette to get up but Regina ignored it, staggering to the chair in the corner of the room.
"I... Regina..." She shook her head. "Regina, God, I'm so sorry, you just scared me and I .."
"Save it" Regina huffed, trying to control her pride, it was hurting as much as her face and now her butt.
"Regina," The blonde knelt on the floor in front of her. "I ... It was a reflex, I swear I didn't mean ... Are you hurt? Let me see ... " Emma lifted her hand towards her but Regina slapped her fingers away, not ready for contact yet.
"I don't want to hear it, Miss Swan." She whispered, her words carrying such a weight that it was as if she had shouted them.
"Leave."
"Regina ..." Emma tried.
"Miss Swan," Regina finally looked into her eyes. "I think we both had very busy days and are doing things we shouldn't, it's better if we sleep it off..."
The brunette tried to control herself, half of her was gnawing into anger and humiliation, not only because of the blonde in front of her but also because of the other blonde in her life. The sight of the two mixed together bringing up feelings that left her confused and annoying. The other half, a half that was long quiet, understood the blonde, and it scared her more than anything. She needed time.
"I ... Regina," Emma said, getting up, passing a hand in her hair in a clear gesture of nervousness.
"May I call you tomorrow?" She asked biting her lip, still a little swollen from burning kisses that the two had shared a few moments. Regina distracted herself for a moment with them, staring at the woman's month, but came around when she felt a twinge of pain in her hip.
"Yes, Miss Swan." She said with a sigh. "We'll talk tomorrow."
"My name is Emma." She said smiling as she picked up her purse, standing uncertainly in front of Regina. She rocked back and forth, the little smile slowly leaving her face.
Regina looked at her with interest, encouraging her to talk, despite her irritation with the woman.
"Are you going back home?" She asked timidly. Her eyes shining with concern. Regina was so exhausted, the weight of all that happened today falling on her shoulders, that she didn't even pay attention to the blonde's behaviour.
"Not that it's any of your business, Miss Swan, but no, I'm staying here tonight." She said, her eyes searching for the clock on the wall, trying to see how late it was. This day had everything to become the worst - and longest - day of her life.
And it wasn't even eight o'clock yet.
Emma nodded, moving towards the door slowly, clearly not wanting to leave but respecting her wishes. She was still sitting in black leather chair.
She made a move to get up but the blonde made shook her head, a clear gesture for her not to move. Regina was so tired she only nodded, only relaxing when she heard the click of the door indicating that the blonde had left.
She almost thanked God that the hotel door automatically locked itself, she threw her body in a single move towards the bed. Tiredness taking over her mind.
Despite the day she had, when her body hit the bed over the dollars' bills covering it, Regina slept like a baby.
A very rich baby.